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Friday, 13 May 2016

Assalaamu
alaykum wa Rahmatullaahi wa Barkaatuhu brothers and sisters in Islam. I pray
that Allah azza wa jal eases for all of us completely our paths to Him. May
Allah give us Allah because in Him there is total sufficiency. Aameen Yaa
Quddus Yaa Salaam Yaa Allah.

So,
I wrote; ‘Fire in the Belly’ ‘A stage play’ which was inspired by my late dad,
may Allah azza wa jal grant him an abundance of His Nuur. Aameen Yaa Nuur. I
found myself in a typical village in the north whose inhabitants were Muslims
in the month of Ramadan. Their challenges abound. They had no proper water,
clothing and shelter. Their Islamic knowledge was almost nil. And they just
lived their lives like that without any help from the Ummah. Then I cast my
mind back to Kumasi where I lived. In this holy month, it was common to see so
many acts of charity go on. Foods especially are in abundance. One thing that
was popular was the ‘iftaar’ saga. During iftaar, some people shared foods to
people and took pictures and videos of them. That was a good thing but those
they were feeding was the problem. They fed those who could well feed
themselves and their families whiles people like those in the village I was;
stayed hungry. Let me cut my story short on ‘Fire in the Belly.’ Read the book
and let us all pray that we do not become victims of the temptation of money;
of this worldly life; of the ayah;

‘Those who unjustly eat up the
properties of orphans, eat up nothing but fire into their bellies. They will
soon be enduring a blazing fire.’’

(Surat
An-Nisa, the Women, Chapter 4 ayah 10)

Now,
I have about five other stage plays and you are going to see one titled; ‘A
Letter to the Maker of Laws’ on the market very soon in shaa Allah. This is a
book I have a ‘special agenda’ for. Keep smiling to Jannah! Let me tell you
about it!

We
hear every day, and for all those who have been through the missionary school
system; we know for a fact that some non-Muslims in those institutions just
love to make life quite unbearable for the Muslims for whatever reason. The
State gives us all a ‘right to worship’ but that right is clearly being
infringed upon by other people who have just made it a point that they don’t
like Muslims and their ways.

I
have, alhamdulillaah, not experienced that direct show of disdain for my Deen
before as an individual but such stories are numerous. Yet I remember quite a
few disturbing cases whiles in the Senior High School. I attended an all-girls
missionary Senior High School. On Eid days, we had to stay in school, no matter
what one will not be given permission to go home. On one Eid day, our GMSA
Patron decided to seek permission for all of us to go and pray in a nearby
town. Gosh! You should see the stress he was put through. Meanwhile a handful
of some Christians were permitted to go out for a programme they were invited
to right whiles our Patron was struggling to get us a permit. Now,
alhamdulillaah, the permission was granted with a strict time limit place on
it. And then the confusion, who was going to transport us? The school buses
were standing there empty. These handful of Christians were given a bus and the
Senior Housemistress who was behind these tough times was being reluctant at
letting us have a bus too. In the end, she made us join the handful of
Christians. Guess what! We put on white veils and our church cloth. She made a
comment;

‘Why are you wearing these scarves in
the school? Can’t you wait until you get there before? ‘

She
made it with that face. You can guess ay! And come and see crying in the bus
whiles the bus moved. Frustration galore!

I
remember clearly witnessing more than once one of our reverend fathers openly
deal with us the Muslims and how barbaric our religion was; making all kinds of
fun about some of our beliefs. I just sat at the back with my colleague Muslim
prefects and laughed at him and his ignorance. But the case was that serious
that you begin to see some obviously Muslim girls beginning to renounce their
Islam with some excuses like;

‘My father is Christian and my mother
is Muslim and I live with my father and so I go to church…blabla…’

‘My parents are Muslims but we don’t
really practice Islam…blabla…’

‘I am from a Muslim home but I want to
become a Christian even though my parents will not agree…blabla…’ etc.

And
what I saw on visiting days as I presided over the visits as protocol prefect
shocked me. These Muslim girls’ parents come all ‘Islamically dressed’ and
mostly speaking Hausa and other local languages with them. Sad indeed! And the
parents were totally ignorant of what their girls were up to in the school.

The
stories are endless…

We
see our nurses in those ‘little dresses’ that do not fit the concept of hijab.
And even though the country has allowed them to wear veils, some health
institutions and/or individuals have decided to still deprive them of that
right.

A
Muslimah goes for a job interview and she is given the ultimatum to either take
off her veil and get the job or find the exit. Ignorant people keep making fun
of the Muslimah for her kind of dressing. Muslims in general are faced with all
kinds of ignorant attachments; terrorist, uncivilized people, etc.

Now,
my worry is not so much the people who put us through these frustrations as it
is about how confident, daring and vocal we are about these unfair treatments.
My worry is about those Muslimahs who would rather put away their hijabs and
even their Islam just so they could fit into these lives, just so they could be
accepted by these people. My worry is about those of us Muslims who would
rather sacrifice their Islam just to please these people instead of being bold
enough to let them know what was right and what was wrong; educating those
ignorant people about Islam; so I decided to write this; ‘A Letter to the Maker
of Laws.’

Faatima
Zahra is a 15 year old Senior High School girl whose mother is a nurse and her
father is a lawyer. She wonders why her mum puts on hijab at home and has to
take it off when she is at work. (Note: Hijab is not a veil. Hijab is the
concept of the overall covering of the woman). Her father is a lawyer whose
great concern is to fight for the human rights of people especially the weak
and vulnerable such as the Muslims. Faatima wonders why her cousin, Hameeda, a
very intelligent young lady is sent away at every job interview just because
she refuses to take off her hijab.

Faatima
wonders why her English Teacher just hates everything Islam, for no tangible
reasons. She wonders why a student will be punished for just performing his
prayers in his dormitory at his free time. Her mind is unsettled and being a
brave, confident, intelligent and daring girl, she thought that she had to do
something about it.

But
isn’t it interesting? She is just a very little girl. She isn’t the wealthiest,
nor powerful, nor the strongest. She was only a girl. She thinks to herself;

‘What can she do whilst she is as she
was; wealthless, powerless, young and weak?’

She
decides to write a letter to someone special; pouring her heart and mind out.

Was
she ever able to start and finish her letter? Who did she mean by ‘the Maker of
Laws’? Did she ever deliver her letter to the Maker of Laws? What were the
things she told him/her? Did he respond to her letter? Did she achieve her aim?
So many questions and the answers are all in the book. Keep smiling to Jannah!
Make sure you grab your copy and grab some for any non-Muslim you know in shaa
Allah!

Now,
my special agenda is to have our young Muslimahs especially, take up the
personality of Faatima Zahra; be daring, be confident, be knowledgeable about
the Deen, be God-Conscious, be smart and intelligent, be wise and have a
passion for positive change. This will give them the positive push to go
through the various discriminations they are likely to be subjected to as
Muslims in their schools, environment, work places, etc.

When
we are also able to get non-Muslims to also read it, at least, it might be a
wake-up call to them to rethink their decisions of oppressing the Muslims
wrongly.

If
you are interested or know anyone who will be interested in buying this book in
bulk at the cheapest price for free distribution to non-Muslims especially,
please contact me through this blog, whatsapp, email or facebook.

An
Excerpt

HAMEEDA:

As I walked, they called me
names. Taliban, Osama Bin Laden, Terrorist, Al-Qaeda and many others. And they
were tertiary students who should know better. They stand in front of my school
Hall and insult him, the Prophet, the greatest man of all times. They should
not ask the Muslims, they should ask great Historians like Michael Hart. Little
boys and girls who know virtually nothing about him. When I react, they call me
violent. What do they expect from me? To applaud them for insulting me and the
people I hold dear? Would they do same to me were I to call their fathers and
mothers derogatory names?

STORYTELLER:

It is like beating a child and
forbidding him to cry. And they call us rowdy just because a few have been
rowdy. But is rowdiness not found in every category of people? Whether Muslim
or not? Whether black or white? Whether rich or poor?

HAMEEDA:

To dodge these kinds of
humiliations, most of us throw away the precious values that Islam instil in us
and adopt the others. We want to be like everyone else. We want to please them.
Very unfortunate! Very unfortunate.

STORYTELLER:

Hmmm! Very unfortunate indeed.

HAMEEDA:

Why don’t they find out what
Islam really is? Is the Qur’an not translated into the languages they
understand? Are Hadith books and other Islamic literatures not all over the
place in English? What is their fear? (She exits)

STORYTELLER:

What is their fear? (Lights
go out and come on again with Hameeda and Faatima Zahra seated on a mat)

HAMEEDA:

You know, these things must
really be put to an end. When I was in the Senior High School, we the Muslims suffered
a lot too and it is no different from what you are going through now. Even
after this many years, these people haven’t changed their attitude towards us.

FAATIMA ZAHRA:

Sometimes, I really don’t
understand how some of them could hate us so much just because we are Muslims.
What wrong has Islam done?

HAMEEDA:

It is something that one can
never fathom. You know the painful aspect of their forcing us to join them in
their worship?

FAATIMA ZAHRA:

Tell me.

HAMEEDA:

They say so many bad things
about Islam that is so untrue that makes us cry sometimes. Because of that some
would prefer to say they are not Muslims just so they will be acceptable to them
at least. It is a pity. And they would not even give you the chance to teach
them the truth.

FAATIMA ZAHRA:

Things are no different now
cousin. What I do is that when something like that happens, I walk up to the
priest or teacher who gives the sermon and try to explain what the truth really
is to him whether he likes it or not. And when I see a Muslim in the school
trying to change his or her identity for acceptance sake, I talk to him or her
in detail. I win some and lose some because some of them cannot simply
withstand the humiliation.

HAMEEDA:

(Surprised) You do that?

FAATIMA ZAHRA:

Yes, I do that.

HAMEEDA:

And do they ever take it? They
might turn you into an enemy one day.

FAATIMA ZAHRA:

(She smiles) The funny thing is that they mostly tend to apologise
and blame their sources of information yet they never stop doing similar
things. I’m trying to convince them to start reading the Qur’an and the sayings
and actions of the Prophet, peace be upon him.

HAMEEDA:

(Impressed) I always feel very proud of you cousin and I wish I
had done what you are doing when I was like you but I know it is never too
late.

Thursday, 14 January 2016

Assalaamu alaykum wa Rahmatullaahi wa Barkaatuhu dear
sisters. Humility is an extremely beautiful thing just as arrogance is ugly. Some
of us are born and bred with the humility attitude whilst some of us have to go
through the humility learning process. Whatever be the case however, you must
work at being humble because there is absolutely no reason you should be arrogant;
you are just human and you are totally dependent on Allah azza wa jal. You are
not self-sufficient, Allah azza wa jal is. Smiles!

A Beautiful and
Inspiring Woman; Asmaa

Asmaa Hussein is one of the women on facebook who has
for years inspired and still inspires me. She’s been tested and how she handles
this test; deriving from it all kinds of great life lessons is amazing. And we
pray that Allah azza wa jal will accept from her. Aameen Yaa Mujeeb.

So this woman runs a website entitled Rukaya’s
Bookshelf for her very little girl, Rukaya. In one of her most awesome articles
which I would recommend every lady to read; she makes some heart touching and
profound statements and those statements are what I want to base this article
on.

One Critical Lesson
my Mum Taught Me

Even as a child, my mum made me understand this simple
rule of life;

‘Know that there
will always be that someone who needs whatever you have of material things a
lot more than you do. If you think it is bad and you need something better, at
least someone will be fully content to have that which you consider not good
enough for you. And if you think it is perfect for you, even someone else would
have loved to have it too. So therefore, sharing of our material things was
completely worth it.’

When I had to be in the boarding house for months, mum
gave out my clothes to those she knew needed them a lot more than me because
she was hopeful that at least for the few weeks we usually spent on vacation, I
could manage with a few items of clothing. And gradually, she taught me to
understand why that was one of the most beautiful trait of humanity and then I
fell in love with that also.

Campus and the
Desire to Bridge the Hijabi – Non-Hijabi Gap

Back in the university, we wanted so badly to see that
Muslim ladies did stuff together regardless of whether they are part of those
in hijab or not. This is because we realise that it seemed those who did the
hijab acted towards the non-hijabis with the ‘you don’t want to obey Allah’ attitude whilst the non-hijabis acted
towards the hijabis with the ‘you the so
called righteous ones’ attitude.

It got better along the way and I pray that the
situation is best now. But that is the case of the Muslimah today. We are
categorised variously. The major categorization being that some are observing
the hijab whilst others are not. And when you come to the hijabis, you see all
kinds of hijab; from the sexy to the funky to the boring to the simple, etc
hijabis. Now the sexiness and funkiness and simpleness and boringness of the
hijab is something we must all work on. The Hijab is a whole concept about
which we must learn and do right. As we work on coming together as Hijabis and
non-hijabis, there is one thing we must understand; there is absolutely no need
for us to compete with one another in the hijab fashion world.

The Brand doesn’t
Matter, the Concept Does

I grew up seeing my mom give out her clothes and ours
to people who needed them. She would almost empty her wardrobe when she is
giving away her clothes. Then she sticks to a few. Note; what she gives away
aren’t old clothes but clothes she wears. She doesn’t give them away because
she is going to sew a lot more; no, but because she believes others needed them
too and since she could afford some more if she needed them, but to keep
sharing.

Now, I see us the young Muslimahs of today getting
almost obsessed with the material aspects of the Hijab concept. We care too
much about fashion and class. We care too much about changing clothes every
other day whilst we pack all the others in our wardrobe. We want to be seen in
a new clothe at every gathering. The veils are countless, the shoes to match,
the hijab pins to match and all the other accessories. No matter how expensive
some kind of abaya is, we still want to have different colours of them or
different types of them. Now, this quote from www.becomingminimalist.com is worth reflecting upon;

‘We are a society
drowning in our possessions. People are looking for freedom and rescue. They
are searching for new solutions. Those who adopt minimalist principles in their
wardrobe choices are discovering more productivity, less stress, less distraction,
less expense and more peace. We have no idea how much of a burden our
possessions have become until we begin to remove them. But when we do, we
immediately discover a new life of freedom and opportunity.’

Interestingly, if anyone should be completely at peace
when it comes to dressing, it should be the hijabi yet we find ourselves in
that complicated situation where we are drowning in our hijab. We are in a
position where our hijab is gradually becoming a burden and taking majority of
our productive time because we want to fit in the status quo. Now to Asmaa
Hussein’s advice to her little girl on this situation in an article entitled;
‘You are Beautiful…and Why it Doesn’t Matter; she says;

‘What you wear
doesn’t matter. Brands don’t matter. The things you own, if used selfishly,
proudly and without care or consideration for others will only cause you to be
regretful on the Last Day…You can certainly love white or black, pink or blue,
green or purple. The Prophet (SAW), too, had a favourite colour. You can dress
according to your preference and culture, within the limits of modesty. That’s
normal and natural. To deny our desire to clothe ourselves well and to look
good is to deny a part of our humanness. So dress modestly and neatly. Make
sure your body is clean and that you care for the cleanliness of your
surroundings. Brush your teeth. Brush your hair. Keep your body healthy. These
things are a trust given to you by God to take care of. And that’s the complete
and holistic way of the Prophet Muhammad (SAW). Outer cleanliness, neatness,
modesty and health are actually tools we should use to enhance our worship…’’

And the best part of the advice is yet to come.
Definitely, Islam allows us to want to look good for ourselves so far as we are
modest and stick to the rules of Allah azza wa jal and so far as we are not
doing it for someone’s interest but to seek Allah’s pleasure; that is cool. But
then we must understand that we need to feel that sense of freedom to
understand that we should not let the world dictate to us the number of clothes
we should have, their colours, styles, when to wear what and all those. We
should feel free to not be obliged to do make-up to fit in, to forcefully get
that hijab even when we clearly cannot afford it or it is too luxurious just
because others have it. And that is the part of Asmaa Hussein’s advice to her
daughter that touched me to the core. She said;

‘In fact, you can
wear clothes that are considered to be out of style, I don’t care. You do not
owe anyone a wardrobe that is continuously updated with what’s in style. You
definitely do not have to keep up with the potentially detrimental ‘hijab
trends.’ You can wear the same thing several days in a row, as long as the
clothes are clean. You’ll soon realize that this is just not what matters
most.’

And I do not have to add anything to this. It is deep
enough for personal reflection. And I am hoping and praying that we could have
Muslimah’s who do not just feel obligated to adhere to the ‘potentially
detrimental ‘hijab trends’ but who will feel free to wear even the same apparel
several days in a row as long as it is clean provided that is what they have or
even if they have more, provided that is what they want because soon we will
all come to realize that it is not what matters most in life.’

Keep smiling for sadaqa. May Allah azza wa jal pardon
all our wrongs and continue to guide us on the right path always. Aameen Yaa
Affuw Yaa Haadi Yaa Allah.

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Assalaamu alaykum wa Rahmatullaahi wa Barkaatuhu
sisters. We must indeed learn to love one another truly for the sake of Love,
Allah azza wa jal, Al-Waduud. The benefits both in this Dunya and the Akhira
for loving one another are too good to lose. And what do we stand to gain when
we hate one another? Trouble both here and the Hereafter. Yet, we should not
just say with our lips that we love one another, no. We should love one another
straight from our hearts and let our actions prove it. May Allah azza wa jal,
Al-Wahhaab, unite us in the best of Jannah. Aameen Yaa Robbal ‘Aalameen. Smile
to Jannah!

Is she a lesbian?

She
was standing alone on the corridor to our class. We were in SHS 2. She looked
sad. Then I decided to find out what was with her.

ME:Why are you standing here all alone and sad?

SHE:They are spreading lies about me that I am a
lesbian because they think my friends are lesbians.

ME:
Well, what do you
expect? If the friends you are moving with are thought to be so, it is only
expected that you will be thought to be likewise. So, if you want what is good
for you, you should mind your movement with them.

She took my advice and changed her
companions…

We
were in SHS 3 now, almost getting done with school. We stood at assembly one
hot afternoon watching the administrative and teaching staff with the clergy
mention names after names of students who have been named to be lesbians and
who have faced the Disciplinary Committee. The accused stood before the school
and they were completely disgraced.

I
stood aside crying as I watched my fellow prefects lose their status as
prefects after all of the hardships they had gone through and I also knew for
sure that some of them were innocent. They were simply victims of bad
companionship.

My
friend whom I advised back in SHS 2 stood by me. She was crying too. As a few
of us cried for whatever reason, some were very excited and they were hooting
at the accused. My friend said;

‘Rubaba, so, if not because of you, I
would have been amongst them by now.’

She wants to Commit Suicide

This
medical student calls me one day and says that there is a sister he wants to
connect me with. He’s been trying to help her through some problem and he
thought I could do that best. Her problem was that;

‘She’s attempted committing suicide a
number of times without success.’

Now!
That hit me hard. Suicide? Like seriously. Then I started talking with her and
I realize that all that she needed was someone who was ready to listen and
advice appropriately. Alhamdulillaah, she is happily married now.

What I am feeling right now?

I
am not happy because someone that I love truly fiisabilillaah is in a situation
that I am unable to help her. What hurts the most is when I think of the fact
that perhaps I could have helped her before she got into that situation. How?
By breaking through her strong outlook and finding out whether she was going
through some challenges in life. Yet, how could I have even thought for a
second that she could be going through some kind of frustration when all she
does is sound and look happy almost all the time I am in contact with her? How
could I have known that behind the smile that was always there was a sorrowful
heart? The questions come roaming my mind and now all I can do for her is du’a.

Virginity lost on a silver platter

I
was in SHS 1 and she was in 3. She respected me so much. She sought permission
and went home during the course of the term. When she returned, she had
something to talk about. She was always looking disturbed when she returned.
Then she chose to talk to me about it. Before saying whatever she had to say,
she made me understand that she badly needed someone to talk to about something
and that I seemed to her like someone who will not mind listening to her. Then
she said;

‘When I went home, I went to visit a
certain guy and he broke my virginity.’

So,
I nearly fainted… I had no idea about these things at that time except what I
read from romance books. Those were times I believe all unmarried people were
virgins (smile to Jannah). I don’t remember being able to give her any advice because
I was simply shocked to the bone. But I remember she felt some relief that she
spoke to someone about it. And alhamdulillaah, I never told anyone about it and
from then she could confide in me about some of her troubles in life.

‘Too often, we underestimate the power
of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the
smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.’

Unknown

She’s been in love…

I
kept teasing her that I’d marry her to this brother or that brother at any
given opportunity and she will just smile about it, knowing how mischievous I
could be sometimes. Then one day, I pulled her strings so much and so hard that
she let it out…

She’s had a crush on some cool guy for
a very long time…her big secret

Now,
what hit me is not the fact that she’s had the crush but the fact that she made
it so secretive that saying it that day caused her to cry her heart out so
much. And of course, I made her understand that such things happen to various
people and there is no need to feel bad or guilty about this. I made her
understand that it is more relieving when you even joke about such things
sometimes because it passes when you work on it. Now, she felt a lot of relief
afterwards; like a heavy load had been lifted off her heart…it was no more a
big secret.

I
did not give her any material benefit. All that I did was to give her a ‘listening
ear.’ One that was truly concerned and ready to listen without condemnation. I
only tried my best to give her the best advice I could think about with the
hope of seeing that things work out well for her.

Why am I telling you all these?

You
can be rest assured that I am not trying to burst my bubbles nor to show you
how good a person I am. I am not even trying to tell you that you should
confide in me with your troubles even though I have learnt the hard way to now
be keener on availing my listening ability to all who want to let some trouble
out. It pays a great deal.

What
I am trying to let you pay attention to is how much your listening to the
troubles of others with a good intent and the sincere need to help them by not
judging them but giving them good advice; however they may take it; is
important.

Do
not listen so that you can rush off to tell the next person and the next person
whiles giving the shallow caution that…

‘Please, you are the only one I am
telling this so don’t tell anyone.’

And
then the person goes off to tell the next person giving a warning likewise.

When
you lend a listening ear to people, and you must learn to do that in order to
help them out, you must do so because…

1.You want to help them ease the burden of
whatever it is they are concealing from others in their heart.

2.You do not want them to take any decision
(s) that will risk their lives.

3.You want to learn from what they are going
through.

You
must know that for most people who are going through one trouble or the other,
they have to muster a lot of courage in order to be able to confide in anyone.
If they decide to confide in you, it is mostly because they trust that talking
to you will be better than talking to others and also that you could probably
have a way out for them mostly in terms of advice.

So
then, if you mess up with what they have to say after confiding in you by…

1.Telling it to others when they have not
permitted you

2.Teasing them with it when it is nothing to
laugh about,

…then
you make it a lot harder for them. The regret at having told you what they had
preferred to keep quiet about for some time kills them.

If
you are unable to help them out after listening to them, you can help them seek
advice with other trusted people whom you know could help…

The Orphan Girl

She’s
lost both parents. We were both young. She is the smiling type so there is no
way you’d ever know she was facing challenges in her life if she didn’t tell
you. Yet sometimes, she will come to me and tell me how much hardship and
maltreatment she was undergoing under the care of her guardian. She will cry
her eyes out and then all that I could do at that age was to just let her lie
on my lap as she cried and then I’d recite ‘aayaatul kursiy’ for her.

I
remember clearly how much relief that brought her anytime she was down.

Must you act too strong?

I
am worried she didn’t just put ego aside and just talk to me about whatever emotional
troubles she was facing. I had a beautiful sincerely Islamic relationship with
her. She knew too well that my respect and admiration for her was not going to
diminish in the least because of her troubles. It wouldn’t also mean that she
did not have faith in Allah azza wa jal. It was only a test and sometimes
talking to someone you could trust about it makes it a lot easier. Whiles I was
lamenting my concern to someone who had told me about her troubles, the person
said;

‘But you know, sometimes people like
her who help others out of their trouble do not want others to know they are
facing challenges. They want to make people believe that all is well with them
no matter how hard it is.’

Well,
I just cast a glance to the little I know of the stories of the women
companions of the Prophet Muhammad suallallaahu alayhi wa sallam and I saw
strong highly religious women of high social standing yet that did not make
them think they had to hide their troubles to the extent that it ate them up.
They sought counsel when and where appropriate and from the right person
without fear of a loss in social esteem. So then why do we think and do otherwise?

My humble advice is simply that;

‘No matter who you are; whatever you
or people think your financial, religious or social status is, when you have a
problem that is troubling you, speak to a trusted person about it starting of
course with the Ultimate Listener and Helper, Allah azza wa jal.’

And
the best is for you to pray to Allah azza wa jal to direct you to who could be
of help.

Among the most challenged people I
know…

She
looked well and good. Then in a short while, she got very attached to me. Then
one day, whiles we were alone, she told me that she had something to tell me.
She had secrets she is unable to open up to anyone about that was killing her
gradually.

Now,
I cannot tell you what her troubles are but I can assure you that her troubles
are that many and it even started from the manner in which she was born which
she was told.

And
then I remember that on that day, whiles she told me one trouble upon the
other, I just simply cried like a baby; so much so that in the end, she had to
be the one consoling me. Alhamdulillaah that she found a sister in me and
alhamdulillaah that Allah azza wa jal blessed me with a sister like her.

He cheats and tells her

She
is a young lady, a virgin when she married him. He respects her for that but
she does not fulfil him. So, he has his other ladies who know it all and take
care of him. Interesting enough, he does not hide his affairs from her. She
knows these ladies and then he will insult them to her about how cheap they
are. He takes care of her every need and gives her luxury; money, jewellery,
clothes, cars. Yet she is very sad. She tells me;

‘What I am assured from him for my
virginity is his respect and utmost care but he says I do not satisfy him so he
needs some more outside.’

I
could not figure out exactly what respect it is that he has for her if he could
subject her to such a shameful and sinful life but I was grateful that she was
able to tell me her sorrow when everyone thought all was well and good for her.

I
think I have said enough and I hope I have been able to convey my message of
lending a listening ear to the troubled and seeking a listening ear when you
are troubled. May Allah azza wa jal take care of all of our affairs. Aameen Yaa
Mujeebud da’awatad da’ee.

‘Our
Lord! Let not our hearts deviate from the truth after You have guided us, and
bestow upon us mercy from Your grace. Verily You are the Giver of bounties
without measure.’

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Assalaamu alaikum wa rahmatul Laahi wa barkaatuh. May the peace, mercy and blessings of God be upon you. Jazaakumul Laahu khair wa baarakal Laahu feekum. May God reward you with goodness and may He bless you.